Moving to this neighborhood - specifically this flower shop. 🌸🌷🌹🌼 #belgravia #england #london #victoria #chicwish #twirling #suchagirl #princessofbelgravia
Seven years of amazing marriage. 🦞 Six trips to Nebraska together. 🏈🌽 Five house moves. 📦 Four passport stamps. 🇬🇧 Three kids. 👩🧑🏼👶🏼 Two home purchases. 🏠🏠 One true love. ❤️ 📸: @letitshinephoto
I wouldn’t say we are moving to England, but if we were... we’d probably live here. 🤷🏼♀️👸🏼🤴🏻
Leaving. Tomorrow. I’m so excited. But also.... is it weird that I keep crying over leaving my kid?
I spent weeks and weeks dawdling around Rome when I was in my early twenties. I had landed there with a boyfriend, waved him off happily after his week was up and then stayed longer to meet up with a dear friend. I was killing time back then. I had so much of it - but no real direction. I followed @elizabeth_gilbert_writer’s Eat, Pray, Love book like it was my own personal Bible and yet every day when I went to the Trevvi fountain I found myself turning to a little gelato cafe that wasn’t named in Aunt Liz’s book. One time when I was in line, a snappy American woman with short gray hair and fantastic glasses stood behind me and whispered that I should not get the stracciatella but instead try the strawberry. “Divine,” she said. We sat near the fountain and she started drawing in a sketchbook while talking wildly about Italy. “You can’t go to Venice by yourself,” she said. “It’s drowning and gray and you’ll be sad. No, no. Go one day with a lover and then you’ll see how beautiful it is.” She ate her gelato quickly, finished her drawing and ripped it out of her book. “You’ll be fine. Girls like you always end up okay.” And I think she was right— I never made it to Venice but I’m finally heading back to Europe in a few days with the love of my life and I’m pretty sure the entire landscape is going to be better than just okay, in fact I’m sure it’s going to be magical. ✨